No, that's not the mug of a prize fighter. It's just the capricious swollen face of our bug-bitten grinning son. Everytime picture day at daycare rolls around, something nasty happens to Xavier's face. Last spring it was a pretty rough case of pink eye. This time it's a bug bite on his lower eye lid. This isn't the first time we've documented an unprovoked mosquito attack on our son, and I'm sure it won't be the last. I just hope the swelling stops before we have to cash in his Halloween costume for an eye patch and some pirate garb.
"Hey dad, what's wrong with your face?"
A trip down memory lane: Last spring, Mom and Xavier, stoic with pink eye.
"Hah, bite me all you want. In two days I'll have a little swelling, but you'll be dead. Oops, nevermind, dad just smashed you on the wall."
Still handsome.
"I've got blisters on me eyelids!"
"I coulda been a contender!"
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